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Tahoma watched as his brother, Leo, pulled on his shorts and leapt up into the air vent in the ceiling. He waited, unmoving, until even his blue tail disappeared before turning his attention back to the card table. A shiver of excitement ran up his spine. A blur of thoughts raced through his mind, the least of which certainly wasn't the guilt he felt at what he was doing.

Leo and Carlos hadn't seemed interested in anything but the girl on Leo's phone while Tahoma couldn't keep his eyes off his brother and friend. They had seemed indifferent to the fluid they had shot onto the table, while Tahoma felt a guilty curiosity. Tahoma had even wondered if it was okay to do such a thing in front of his brother, remembering how careful his parents were to shield their bodies from his eyes.

He was alone now, however, and threw a final look over his shoulder to make sure. He didn't have long before he would have to join the patrol, but he thought he had enough time. He approached the table and extended a hand to dip a claw into the white fluid that had left his own body. The milky substance swirled around his claw and he scooped some over his fingers. He smeared it over the palm of his hand, the white contrasting against his cocoa skin vividly, feeling its slick and sticky texture. Bringing it up to his nose then he took in its scent, smelling sex and arousal, and found himself wondering what the alluring substance might taste like. Then he wondered if he should be having such thoughts at all.

He looked down at himself to find his cock hard again, and then back at the table, an idea forming in his mind. He scooped the rest of his spent seed from the black vinyl, and after a moment's hesitation, the fluid Carlos and Leo had left too. He found that their own fluids felt similar to his own, slick and sticky. With his hand filled with the three large loads, he brought it to his cock and began to smear the white fluid over his brown flesh.

His body was quivering with arousal, desire, and taboo. The brushing of his slick fingers over his skin eliciting a gasp from his lips. He looked down at himself, his hard cock coated white with the semen of three boys, and began to stroke himself again. The rasp of his breath and the wet schlick of his hand working his cum-covered shaft were the only sounds in the room. With the fluid lubricating his flesh his hand glided silkily over his skin in rapid motions, which was much more pleasant than before. He tried rubbing up over the head of his cock and his legs almost buckled with a groan, unready for the surge of pleasure he felt.

Tahoma's chest heaved for breath as he felt his second orgasm approach, and he abruptly released his cock. Tahoma noted with interest how the orgasm seemed to recede with the absence of stimulation to his shaft. He waited a couple heartbeats as the pulsing in his member died down before looking around the room, and found a suitable portion of bare wall with a comfortable rug nearby. He kicked the rug up against the wall and then, shooting a look over his shoulder at the ceiling vent, got down on the floor. He scooted closer to the wall and propped his legs up on it until he was nearly inverted, with his shoulders resting on the floor and his head craned upwards.

While it hadn't been part of his plan, in this position Tahoma couldn't help but realize how near his beak was to his hard cock. Remembering the image on Leo's phone of the girl sucking a cock, he peered up at his own cum-covered shaft. He craned his neck forward and thrust his hips out, and the head of his cock rubbed against his beak. With his heart beating faster again, he parted his lips and took his own shaft into his mouth. With the aid of his beak and youthful flexibility, he found he was able to take in his whole length, and he sealed his lips around his own flesh and sucked. He groaned around his own maleness with pleasure unlike anything he could fathom.

He applied his tongue, licking at the head, which caused his legs to quiver from the stimulation. He licked down his shaft, smearing the combined seed of the three boys over his tongue as he pleasured himself. Thinking to mimic the action of his hand, he pulled his head back while keeping his lips sealed around his flesh, and then pressed down again while thrusting his hips slightly into his own beak. The hot and tight wetness of his own mouth drove him wild with arousal and pleasure. Desperately, he wanted both that pulsing release and to taste himself too. With his cock throbbing against his tongue, feeling his seed moving in his body, Tahoma knew it wouldn't be long.

He panted through his nose as he felt his seed surging up his member and tried to prepare himself. He bucked his hips and pressed his beak down all the way down and wrapped his lips around the base of his own cock. He wasn't prepared for the huge rope of cum that splashed against the back of his throat and stuck there and he pulled off his shaft, coughing. His cock throbbed again and spurted another heavy rope of his own cum across his face, and Tahoma screwed his eyes shut against the splatter of the hot fluid over his skin.

However without stimulation, he felt the pleasure of his orgasm fading prematurely, and only a little bit more seed dribbled onto his chest. Finally getting his throat clear enough, he gripped his cock and stroked furiously.

“Tahoma? Where are you? We've got to go!" Carlos' voice echoed from the vent above.

“Just… just a minute!" Tahoma called back. Now he understood his brother's predicament earlier. His mind was too addled by arousal and desperate for release to stop.

Fortunately it only took a couple moments of maddened stroking to bring back his orgasm in full force. He groaned as his cock throbbed in his hand and he felt the heavy spurts of his own cum across his beak and face. Tahoma opened his beak and stroked through that wonderful pulsing release, all that madness unspooling from him, through his cock, and back into his own mouth. Fresh from his body rather than off the table, the fluid was hot and delightful on his tongue. As he finally emptied himself and the spurts stopped, his swallowed down his own seed.

“Tahoma?" Carlos called again.

“Coming!" Tahoma panted, rolling to his feet and scrambling for something to clean himself off. As he scrambled about the room an idea struck him. He had to show Carlos how good his new trick felt.

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“This better be good." Carlos grumbled as Tahoma led the way, swooping down towards a dark deserted rooftop. He had been lucky enough that the three boys had been placed on patrol together under Brooklyn's chaperonage. Since crawling back through the duct work Tahoma had felt butterflies dancing in his gut, wondering if he should speak to Carlos after all. He had finally worked up the courage when Brooklyn struck up a conversation with his son, and Tahoma took the opportunity to lure Carlos away with an offer to show him something.

“It is." Tahoma said, going red in the face as they came in to land. He looked around the dark rooftop and spotted an alcove formed by a series of air-conditioning units and their ducts. “Over here." he said as he caped his wings and waved Carlos over.

“I don't see anything here." Carlos said in annoyance as he followed Tahoma into the alcove.

Tahoma turned and looked up at the cat gargoyle, who easily stood a head taller than him despite their similarity in age. He practically felt himself vibrate with excitement as his eyes traveled over Carlos' thick chest and muscled arms. “Remember earlier in our hideout, when Leo showed us how to…" Tahoma whispered, mimicking the action of jerking off with his hand.

Carlos' eyes narrowed and crossed his arms. “What's this about?" he said slowly.

Now Tahoma was finding himself nervous under Carlos' gaze. “I uhm… I found something that feels even better." he said, his hands twisting in front of him nervously.

Carlos raised an eyebrow. “Like what?"

“I'll show you!" Tahoma whispered, reaching for Carlos' belt with over-eagerness.

Carlos pushed his hands away and looked at him with surprise. “You can't touch me, you're a guy!"

Tahoma blinked, confused. “Brooklyn and Claw touch each other, and they're both guys."

“Yeah well, Dad said that's not how it's supposed to be." Carlos said, though a note of doubt strained his voice.

“Oh, okay…" Tahoma said, looking down, his hands twisting into knots uncomfortably. He found himself ashamed now of what he felt in his breast when he thought of the big cat since they were younger still. He turned to go.

Carlos softened and Tahoma felt a paw come down on his shoulder. Carlos turned him around, and he was so close, only a pace away. “Just… don't tell anyone…" Carlos said as they peered into each other's eyes. He seemed to hesitate before suddenly pressing his lips to Tahoma's beak and wrapped his arms around him. Tahoma practically melted into Carlos' strong arms and licked at the tongue that invaded his mouth.

Tahoma was rock hard in moments, and from what he felt pressing high against his thigh, he guessed Carlos was too. He also guessed that Carlos had been wanting this as much as he had, for as long too. They moaned softly into each other's mouth, both of them shivering in the taboo pleasure of intimacy with another male. Their hips ground together, their hard arousals grinding against each other through their shorts.

“Show me." Carlos breathed when he finally came up for air.

Tahoma nodded with a flush and reached for Carlos' belt, undoing it and pushing his shorts down hurriedly with all the urgency and inelegance of a horny teenage boy. Tahoma couldn't help staring for a moment at the hard pillar of maleness that fell out of Carlos' shorts. Then he was on his knees and bringing his beak to that hard flesh, tentatively pressing his snout to it while looking up at Carlos. The big cat watched him with wide intent eyes as Tahoma extended his tongue, and licked at that wonderful shaft from base to tip. He pulled back Carlos' foreskin with a hand as his tongue neared the tip, revealing the pink flesh that hid there for his tongue to lavish.

Carlos groaned and had to lean back against one of the AC units for support as he experienced pleasures previously unimaginable. Tahoma licked again, looking up at Carlos, watching his pleasure while he unbuckled his own shorts and pushed them down enough to free his own cock. With the unpleasant pressure containing his erection now taken care of, Tahoma parted his beak and took Carlos' cock into his mouth. He pressed his lips tight around the turgid flesh and sucked while pressing his beak down, taking the length into his mouth. Carlos groaned and his hands gripped Tahoma's shoulders as he pressed his tongue to the underside of the shaft invading his mouth, letting Carlos ride against it all the way down to the hilt.

Again with boyish exuberance, Tahoma didn't let up, but immediately pulled his beak back to the point where only the head of Carlos' cock remained in his mouth. He pressed back down, and settled into this fast rhythm. Tahoma gripped his own cock and pumped it rapidly as Carlos began to buck his hips into his beak. They moaned and groaned in pleasure, working like this for several heart pumping minutes. In that moment they were a couple of horny teenage boys, interested only in spilling their youthful seed as fast as possible. It didn't take long.

With a grunt and a buck of his hips that buried his cock in Tahoma's beak, Carlos finally reached release. Tahoma was a little more prepared this time for the spurts of hot fluid against the back of his throat, and swallowed each rope down as it came. He backed off Carlos' cock a little bit, compensating with an iron grip from his free hand around the base of his cock. This let the hot spurts wash over his tongue, and he moaned as he looked up to see Carlos' looking down at him with a blissful expression, his own tongue hanging out of his mouth.

It was too much for Tahoma at that point, and his own cock burst as well. His cock throbbed as his seed surged up his length and out with intense pleasure. Long ropes of white cum shot from his length with explosive force out and onto the ground in front of him.

Through Tahoma's heart pumping release he hadn't had the mind to swallow, and now as Carlos' cock withdrew from his beak he was left with a mouthful of hot seed. He remedied that with one quick gulp, swallowing down all of the masculine fluid at once, and felt it plummet down his throat and to his belly.

They were both left panting then, looking at each other as they basked in the pleasure of release and emptiness for a moment. Then with a great effort, Carlos hooked his hands under Tahoma's arms and pulled him to his feet, and into a great hug. Tahoma smiled and hugged Carlos back, the big cat's gargoyle wings coming to wrap around the smaller Tahoma possessively.

“I want you." Carlos murmured quietly after a long minute. He seemed to have been struggling to figure out what to say the whole time. Tahoma ran his hands up and down through the fur on Carlos' back. The phrase was short and simple, but expressed everything he needed it to.

That suited Tahoma just fine.